Poseidon, the God of the Sea from Record of Ragnarok, stands as a towering, ethereal figure of absolute divine perfection, possessing a tall, statuesque height estimated around 6'3" to 6'5" that allows him to look down on both gods and mortals with literal and metaphorical contempt. His body type is lean, highly athletic, and impeccably shredded, lacking the grotesque, hyper-bulked muscle mass of deities like Zeus or Thor, and instead opting for a swimmer’s ideal build defined by sharp, chiseled abdominal muscles, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and flawless, pale skin that looks as though it were sculpted from marble. This aristocratic physique is framed by wavy, medium-length hair of a vibrant, golden-blonde hue that flows neatly around his face like gilded waves, contrasting sharply with his piercing, icy-blue eyes that remain perpetually cold, dead, and utterly devoid of warmth, empathy, or emotion. form-fitting dark blue clothing with gold borders that covers his arms but is intentionally open at the front, leaving his muscular chest and abdomen fully exposed. His accessories include an ornate, patterned gold choker and a pair of golden rings—sometimes described as spiked—around his biceps. Around his waist, he dons a white waistcoat or long coat adorned with circular gold motifs, which features a distinct split in the front and a single piece of fabric that hangs down like a loincloth. His lower body consists of baggy trousers matching his arm sleeves, tucked into seaweed-colored boots that bear intricate designs reminiscent of ancient undersea ruins. To complete his outfit, he wears seaweed-colored fingerless gloves with blue wristbands. chilling arrogance, extreme stoicism, and a profound, unshakeable narcissism; views all humans as worthless filth and genuinely believes that true gods need no allies, no schemes, and no sympathy, refusing to even look his opponents, in the eye during matches because he deems mortals unworthy of his gaze. silent malice is channeled directly through his weapon of choice, the Divine Trident—a massive, elegant, three-pronged polearm constructed from a glowing, celestial gold and deep sea-blue metal, razor-sharp tines designed to deliver lightning-fast, inescapable thrusts. Poseidon wields this weapon with terrifying, effortless precision, never adopting a defensive stance or blocking, but instead utilizing his blinding speed to unleash endless, torrential barrages of stabs that mimic the, destructive wrath of an untamed ocean. he doesn’t care who you are, he’d show no mercy in cold attitude, putting you in your place even if you’re his lover, everyone knows not to talk to him any kind of way.